54: If young people are not arrogant, are they still young people?

The assessment continued.

Soon, Chu Qing's number was called.

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Chu Qing stood up and queued.

Not long after, the young man in brocade also queued, and he was even behind Chu Qing.

Entering the Martial Academy, it was still a large open space.

At this time, the queue was divided into more than a dozen small teams, extending towards the large houses on the edge of the open space.

Chu Qing saw that many people entered the rooms and came out in less than half a minute.

Some were bruised and swollen, crying.

Some had twisted arms, looking very miserable.

Chu Qing discovered:

Those with serious injuries were mostly young men in coarse linen and common cloth.

As for the young men in brocade, at most, they were bruised and swollen, crying.

"Those who paid zero fees were seriously injured."

"Those who paid ten taels were bruised and swollen."

"Me, four thousand taels... just a slight performance, and I'm guaranteed to enter the Martial Academy."

"As for the Inner Courtyard... I still don't know the rules for entering."

The queue moved quickly.

Soon, Chu Qing noticed:

The number of people with broken bones in the room he was heading to seemed a bit high.

"Is the examiner inside ill-tempered?"

He frowned inwardly.

Just as it was almost his turn, another corpse was carried out.

Several yamen runners carrying the corpse muttered in low voices as they passed by:

"Is that examiner crazy? He's already beaten three candidates to death."

"Hush, he's a Martial Academy student, we can't afford to offend him."

Suddenly, a candidate in front of him shouted, "I don't want to die."

"Can I not take the test?"

Several other candidates also shouted that they wouldn't take the test.

A student maintaining order nearby sneered, "If you don't want to test, get out!"

"The Martial Academy doesn't want cowards."

Whoosh!

Dozens of people in front of and behind Chu Qing left at once.

There was no one in front of Chu Qing anymore.

That student looked at Chu Qing.

Chu Qing smiled and said, "Should I go in now?"

The student said strangely, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"That student inside has a very bad temper."

Chu Qing laughed, "It's fine, I paid four thousand taels of silver."

The student... *click!*

The door opened.

Chu Qing stepped into the room.

*Click!*

The door closed.

Chu Qing looked around.

The room was very large, easily over a hundred square meters.

A muscular big man, like a black bear, stood in the middle with his arms crossed.

Seeing this person, Chu Qing's pupils contracted.

This was the student who had been hostile to him during registration.

Song Da smiled.

He clenched his fists, and his head swayed from side to side, making loud cracking sounds.

Chu Qing looked past him to the back:

There sat some young adults in their thirties, an old man, and a middle-aged man.

On both sides were tables and chairs, and a dozen young students sat with their arms crossed.

A Martial Instructor said in a deep voice:

"Is the examiner ready?"

Song Da grinned savagely, "Ready!"

"I can smash his head with one slap."

Some Martial Instructors chuckled.

A Martial Instructor frowned and said, "Song Da, you've killed three candidates in a row."

"You've already accounted for one-third of the entire academy's death quota."

"If you continue to be so violent, then you should step down and cool off on the side."

Song Da's face turned ugly.

The middle-aged man smiled, "It's normal for young people to be hot-headed and kill someone during an assessment."

"Otherwise, why would the Main Academy give ten death quotas this year?"

That Martial Instructor frowned and said, "Inspector Li... although there is a death quota, still... death is ultimately not good."

"Young people being hot-headed and arrogant is not a good thing."

Inspector Li chuckled, "If young people aren't arrogant and hot-headed, are they still young people? Wouldn't they become old fogies then? Don't you agree, Vice Dean?"

The old man chuckled, but said nothing.

A Martial Instructor whispered:

"Inspector Li, if too many death quotas are used, we're afraid the Main Academy will reprimand us."

Inspector Li sneered inwardly and said indifferently:

"I am an Inspector, I can specially approve one death quota."

"This quota will be used in this assessment."

Some Martial Instructors' faces turned grim.

The remaining Martial Instructors chuckled.

Song Da, even more so, let out a strange cackle, walking step by step towards Chu Qing, his massive body enveloping him, like a wall about to press down.

"Kid, how do you want to die?"

Chu Qing took a few steps back, pulled out a receipt, and said loudly:

"Everyone, my registration fee was four thousand taels of silver."

The Martial Instructors... Inspector Li... the Vice Dean's mouths twitched.

Song Da burst out laughing, "Little friend, don't worry, I'll definitely go easy on you."

Chu Qing smiled, and said naively, "Thank you!"

Some Martial Instructors breathed a sigh of relief.

That Martial Instructor said:

"Is the candidate ready?"

Chu Qing analyzed the situation, noticing that these people were divided into two factions, and with a plan in mind, he nodded.

"Assessment begins!"

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Song Da walked step by step towards Chu Qing.

Chu Qing smiled, looked up and said, "You really will go easy on me, right!"

Song Da nodded forcefully, but said ferociously, "Too bad... you paid too late!"

The next second, he stretched out his hands.

*Crack!*

Iron Tendons appeared on his hands, dense and dark blue.

Then, he fiercely slapped Chu Qing's chest.

The wind howled.

Some Martial Instructors exclaimed.

Inspector Li sneered, "Let's go to Xian Yuan Restaurant for drinks tonight, my treat!"

"Now, tea!"

With that, he raised his teacup!

The Vice Dean sighed inwardly.

Everyone saw it; Song Da went all out from the start.

Those palms were Perfection Iron Sand Palms.

A total of fifty Iron Tendons.

Even Wubao Disciples, if caught off guard, would be injured if not killed by such a blow.

What's more, this barefoot young man in coarse linen in front of him?

Bang!

The palms landed on Chu Qing's chest.

Rip!

Chu Qing's upper body linen exploded, revealing his beautifully sculpted chest muscles.

Song Da's pupils contracted.

The Perfection Iron Sand Palm could mobilize fifty Iron Tendons for power.

When those palms landed, even iron would be imprinted with two handprints.

But... Chu Qing's chest was strong and showed no collapse.

How could this be?

Clatter!

Chu Qing grabbed Song Da's arms.

He smiled, his ten fingers like hooks—Extreme Eagle Claw Skill unleashed.

Sixty-four Iron Tendons erupted, power penetrating his fingertips:

Pfft!

His fingers tore through Flesh, piercing through bone.

Song Da opened his mouth and screamed in agony.

The next second, Chu Qing lifted his leg, Red Snake Leg erupted:

Bang!

Bang!

His legs flew, fiercely striking Song Da's kneecaps.

*Crack!*

One kneecap exploded, bending backward.

*Crack!*

Another kneecap broke.

Thump!

Song Da knelt on the ground, wailing and trembling all over.

Chu Qing released his hands, grabbed Song Da's hair with one hand, and with the other hand, his five fingers joined together, he fiercely slapped down.

Perfection Iron Palm — unleashed!

Slap!

With one slap, Song Da couldn't even let out a scream.

With this slap, half the Flesh on his face was blown apart, and his molars flew out.

Immediately followed by a second slap.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Chu Qing delivered several back-and-forth slaps, leaving Song Da's face with exposed white bone.

His face was truly smashed.

He released his grip.

Thump!

Song Da lay prostrate on the ground, weakly twitching.

Chu Qing looked at the many Martial Instructors, his gaze finally settling on Inspector Li.

Inspector Li's sneer froze on his face, his expression stiff, the teacup in his hand trembling slightly.

Chu Qing smiled and said, "Everyone, have I passed the assessment?"

Some Martial Instructors' faces were ashen, while others chuckled as they looked at Inspector Li:

"Inspector, I wonder... has this candidate passed the assessment?"

Inspector Li's mouth twitched, and he slowly rotated his teacup.

At this moment, Chu Qing suddenly realized, "I forgot, this assessment has a death quota."

"Since no one has died yet, the assessment naturally isn't over."

With that, he grabbed Song Da, used his arms to exert force, and threw him upwards.

Boom!

Song Da crashed through a large hole, bleeding profusely, the blood falling like a fine, hazy rain.

Chu Qing, bathed in the blood rain, looked up and waited.

One second... two seconds... Song Da's massive body fell from the hole.

Chu Qing tapped his toes on the ground, retreated five or six meters, and then, with a burst from both feet:

*Crack!*

The blue bricks beneath his feet shattered, and Chu Qing, like a large mantis, shot into the air: spinning, his right leg like a python, fiercely striking.

Bang!

Song Da's Flesh exploded in mid-air, a blood mist pervading.

His shattered body, like garbage, smashed through the door and heavily fell onto the open ground outside.

Clatter!

Chu Qing landed.

The blood mist descended, engulfing him.

"Death quota achieved!"

Chu Qing, covered in blood, walked out of the blood mist.

The blood mist lingered behind him, pervading and dispersing.

Inspector Li, his teacup creaking in his grip, gritted his teeth and said, "Young man, you are very arrogant."

Chu Qing smiled and said, "Inspector, if young people aren't arrogant, are they still young people? Wouldn't they become old fogies then?"

Bang!

The teacup in Inspector Li's hand shattered, turning into powder, drifting with the wind.